Page 61 of Never Fake Date the Financier
“Same.”
She raises a brow, smiling. “Not a billionaire playboy?”
“No time. And sex tends to complicate things.”
“Oh. What about sleeping with your fake girlfriend? Will that complicate things?”
I slide my boxers down, my cock bouncing to attention as I pull them off. “I’m not sleeping with my fake girlfriend, Ella. I’m sleeping with my real girlfriend.” I lower my fists into the mattress, crawling to her. “My girl,” I rasp, nudging her thighs aside. “My woman.” I move my palms along her sides, up her rib cage, cupping her breasts as my cock slides across her wet, hot slit, pulsing.
“Mine,” I growl, leaning down and taking her puffy little nipple into my mouth. Sucking it. Licking it. Savoring the way it feels as Ella moans and grinds against my cock.
“Yours?” Ella breathes, exhaling harshly as her nails dig into my back.
“That’s right.” I kiss her neck. Her sternum. Drag my tongue down to her belly and back up because I’m losing control all over again. I need to taste her like I need to breathe. I need Ellamorethan I need to breathe. Without her, I’m nothing. Without her, everything is pointless. Without her…
“I can’t imagine a world without you with me.” I pull back up, thrusting my cock, precum soaking her belly as my balls slide against her pussy. “Can’t imagine another man touching you. Loving you. Being with you,” I spit the words out painfully as I keep thrusting. “You’re mine, Ella. I’m yours. Tell me you feel it too.”
“Yes,” she moans, her hands reaching for my cock, caressing it as it slides against her slick belly. “I’m yours, Adrian. Make me yours.”
I damn near spill at the sound of those words, but I hold back. The only place I’m coming is inside my girl.
16
ELLA
This must be a fever dream.A figment of my imagination. The undigested salad from the last couple of days come back to haunt me. It must be. There’s no other reason Adrian Thorne would be between my legs.Naked. Very, very naked with his rock-hard cock that could double as a weapon using my stomach as a slip-and-slide.
This wasnothow I imagined any of this going, but the truth is that I can’t be imagining this. Not even my wildest dreams could cook up something like this. I can dream big but I can’t—I gulp, glancing at his cock again—dreamthatbig. And some of the things I’ve said.Done!?This is not like me. Not like me at all. But I can’t deny that it feels right. And very, very good…
I take in another deep breath, staring up at Adrian as he slides the tip of his cock against me, teasing me as I clench with need. Desire. I want him inside me. My body is screaming for him to slide inside. I’m breathless thinking about it. My body has never felt so alive.
“Gorgeous,” he rasps, palming my breast again. Tweaking my nipple. A surge of pleasure rolls over me as I again try to urge him inside me.
He stares down at me, smoldering with his perfectly disheveled hair and lips slick with me. That man’s mouth needs to come with a warning sign. But I’m thinking his cock needs to come with a warning sign and a waiver.
Not responsible for injuries sustained from earth-shattering orgasms.
“You’re not so bad yourself, you know.” I try to keep my voice calm. Level. Anything to mask the utter chaos inside me. My mind’s all over the place. My nerves are electrified, so overly sensitive that I might come again if he kisses me in the right spot.
“You finally admit it?”
He moves slowly over me, his hands skimming my sensitive skin as he kisses me. His lips are soft and feel like heaven against my skin. I moan when he cups my breast with one hand, taking the other in his mouth.
“Guess so.” My hands glide over his muscles. I’ve never been with anyone this athletic, and with the weight of his body on mine, I’m at his mercy. But with the way he uses his tongue. His hands. His mouth. I can’t think of a better person to take the reins.
He pulls away but then kisses me. It’s harsh and greedy and charged, and I’m beginning to realize that I’ve never been kissed before. Not really. No kiss has ever felt like this. This is on an entirely different level—somehow even better than the last.
“You taste so good,” Adrian growls against my lips. “So fucking good.”
I gasp as I feel his cock finally press into me.
“So tight, Ella.” Another thrust, and this time his tip breaches my entrance, lodged in it, pulsing, teasing me.
“More,” I beg. “More, Adrian, I need this.”
Adrian’s cock slides inside, and I feel myself clenching around him. Milking him. God, he feels so good.
He grips my jaw roughly. Kisses me roughly, sliding deeper inside me. It feels as though I’m melting into the bed. He’s hardly inside me, but I feel like I’m about to come. In and out. In and out. He’s fucking my mouth with his tongue as he takes my pussy.
